A young, green leaf sails
Far beyond its Mother Tree.
And kisses the sea.
Another poem:
Silence
Is silence so cold?
She laughs.
He laughs.
They laugh.
But the laughter dies,
And then the indelible grooves of their memories
Spent together swallow every waking sound,
As they gaze into different directions of the night,
Thinking alone
In silence.
She falls fast asleep next to him,
He exists next to her, while she
Is in her sacred slumber.
His eyes can now take her all in
Under the shadow of the night.
He places his thumb on her sleeping lips
And runs it gently across their smooth, curved nature,
So as not to wake her,
When the room is full
Of silence.
The room bursts with newborn light.
She is found with eyes open.
He wraps his arms around her waist
And rests his ear just above her youthful breasts,
Just below her delicate neck,
Her chin slightly touching his head.
He listens carefully to her sunrise-breathing.
Everything else is left
In silence.
Is silence so cold?
2 comments:
I really like both of those. You my friend have something called talent.
beautiful.
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